[EVENT] Prison Therapy IV

[silverwind9]

As before, the inmates are lead one by one to a large, sparse room with a circle of chairs facing each other. This week, there's also a few tables present stashed in the corners of the room--apparently whoever was supposed to move them out was too lazy to do so

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[tigertigre]

*Raises an eyebrow when the officer makes him the leader, but he accepts his position. He cricks his neck and leans forwards in his chair, speaking in a loud, authoritative tone, although he doesn't have much of a clue how he should moderate this session.*

All right, youse bastards. Any of you' dolts got somethin' t'say? Say it.

...And raise your hand if you' wanna speak!

[inimeenymimi]

*Mimi sits back in her chair, arms folded beneath her chest with a look of complete and utter disinterest on her face.*

[absolutekarma]

*sits in his usual spot in the circle, his usual stoic, reserved self*

[redd_white]

*Redd is busy, sitting in his chair, smoking a cigar and thinking up ways to hurt people who need to be hurt to raise any topics at the moment.*

[stylish_snob]

*sits in the chair farthest from the door, ignoring everyone else while fully concentrating on perfecting his hair with a small comb*

[tigertigre]

*points at Wellington*

Hey, you'. Small fry. I gots a lil' issue wid youse.

[stylish_snob]

*takes a moment to finishes smoothing out his hair before looking at Tigre*

Is that so? I'm not really in the mood to hear about it, but go ahead. I might listen.

[tigertigre]

There's somethin' here I think all of youse needs to hear right now, case some'a youse haven't yet.

*pulls out a folded sheet of paper from his pocket*

I took da liberty of printin' it out.

[crime_computer]

BOYS, boys! Therapy's getting us nowhere, isn't it? Why don't we spend our time on something more interesting!

[crime_computer]

Let's play a game.

Prove your worth, eh? Splendid!

1/2

[tigertigre]

GWOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!

2/2

[tigertigre]

Raise your hand!!

[fragrant_coffee]

*There is a commotion outside of the therapy room - several guards sent into a wild, shouting panic - the door opens, and Diego is standing in the frame, in his right hand his novelty mug and in his left hand a long straight sword identical to the one he used to kill Misty Fey. The guards can be heard more clearly, shouting things to the tune of "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT" and "HAND IT OVER", but Diego is momentarily ignoring them, staring at the gathered inmates*

Ha...!

*he holds out the sword to an unseen guard, who takes it from him so eagerly that the mug he's carrying is overlooked entirely. He steps into the room, taking slow steps to the seat between Redd and Tigre before setting himself in that chair. He's quiet, just grinning*

[scarred_actor]

*Tenses the moment he sees Diego enter, he doesn't even see the strange mug in the other man's hand.* ... *After a moment of staring, he leans in closer to Mimi, looking anywhere, but at Diego.*

1/2

[absolutekarma]

.........

[absolutekarma]

How good of you to finally rejoin us, Armando.

ARM WRESTLING!!!

[3rd_floor_view]

*Acro pulls himself up to the table Diego has set up, across from Tigre. He cracks his knuckles and braces his elbow.*

Don't even think of going easy on me, Mr. Tigre.

[tigertigre]

*rolling up his sleeves*

I wouldn't dream of it, wheels.

[3rd_floor_view]

Good to hear it. *Acro offers up his hand, the other resting on the table.*

No grabbing the edge, now.

[tigertigre]

I ain't no dirty cheat.

*positions his arm on the table accordingly*